Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2263

In a flash, two days passed, and it was Jonah's birthday.

Last night, Solana City had its first snowfall of the winter. That day, a thin blanket of white clung to the branches outside the window like newly bloomed lilacs, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere.

'Dr. Lovelace, the white roses you ordered have arrived."

Julien was in the midst of studying Jasper's medical records and scans when he saw a nurse standing before him with a huge bouquet of white roses. Only then did he realize that it was time to get off work.

'Thank you. Just leave it on the tea table."

He smiled so brightly that the smile reached his eyes. His face looked far more captivating than the snowy scene out the window.

The young nurse looked at Julien, blushing. Out of curiosity, she couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Lovelace, the roses you bought are beautiful. Who are you giving them to?"

Julien stretched his back. His eyes twinkled brightly as a flush of pink came across his cheeks. "It's for my lover. It's his birthday today."

Excitement came across the nurse's face. "Is it Mr. Jonah?"

"Who else could it be?" With a smitten smile on his face, Julien answered frankly and openly. He didn't try to hide anything.

his treasure. He

Low profile?

had been through so much to find his dream man and the love of his life. He was certainly not

cupped her chubby cheeks as she exclaimed,

was bouncing off the walls. 'Dr. Lovelace, you and

out the birthday present he had prepared. It was a branded wristwatch with

box packaging. With tenderness overflowing

and cradling the bouquet of roses in his arms, Julien hurriedly made his

silence. A blinding flash of light

black vehicle lunged at him, roaring toward him

to jump out of the way, but it was

his arms,

car screeched to a halt just

chest heaved with rapid breaths, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Once the initial shock subsided, he cautiously

in dark attire stepped out. He had a well-sculpted face and an air of menace that followed him as he walked

at this man who looked familiar to

stopped, stepping on a white rose petal. He bent down and picked

he glanced at the delicate handwriting

beautiful things, you are the most precious. Like an eternal flame, I will

a joke. More